Review Summary

"Russian Dolls" belongs to a long line of airy French films that induce a pleasant buzz of Euro-envy. As its attractive characters, on the verge of 30, whiz between Paris and London on the Eurostar express and jaunt off to St. Petersburg for a wedding, you wish their American screen counterparts were as comfortable in their skins and as relaxed about sex. These people know how to enjoy themselves; their Hollywood peers find it difficult to stop competing long enough to take a deep breath and drink in the moment. That said, "Russian Dolls," written and directed by Cédric Klapisch, has not much on its mind beyond updating the lives of characters some of us already know. These are mostly the same people (played by the same actors) who shared a Barcelona apartment in Mr. Klapsich's 2002 comedy, "L'Auberge Espagnole." — Stephen Holden